Zhang Yi didn't make a move at first, he just watched the battle between Ding Ning and Su Qin very worriedly, but at this moment, seeing the true energy in Su Qin's body pouring out to his heart's content, his expression suddenly changed drastically.
His feet paused slightly, and he wanted to fly over.
However, at this moment, Mo Chen, who had not moved all this time, also took a deep breath, and poured all the zhenqi accumulated in his arm into the Xuepu sword in his hand.
There were strips of transparent textures in the air between him and Zhang Yi.
In the next moment, the Xuepu sword in his hand seemed to be completely on fire, bursting out with countless divine brilliance.
His figure seemed to be lifted up by the power of the Xuepu sword instead, and he flew straight forward, stabbing Zhang Yi with a sword.
Zhang Yi has a gentle temperament, and his sword is also like sapphire, which is extremely warm and moist.
It's just that he felt the real killing intent in Su Qin's sword at this moment, and he was no longer as gentle as usual.
A low, stern shout came out from his lips, and countless white sword qi suddenly surged from the jade-like gentle sword body.
These sword qi gathered at the tip of the sword at an astonishing speed, and it turned into a white hill in an instant.
Holding the sword with all his strength, he pried the hill and smashed it towards Mo Chen.
This is the Aries Mountain Sword.
In the Aries Sword Sutra, it is the most difficult to master, but it is also one of the most powerful sword moves.
There was a bang.
Mo Chen only felt that he was hit by a real hill, and several strands of pure essence, even along with the oscillating blade, directly invaded his sea of energy.
A gust of reverse blood gushed out of his mouth, and he retreated more than ten steps in an instant.
Zhang Yi turned around, but there was no joy on her face.
Because Su Qin had already drawn his sword at this time.
With the continuous small movements of his wrist, the entire purple long sword curled up strangely, forming a hollow auger.
This hollow auger, like a scabbard, accurately captured Ding Ning's sword movement, covering Ding Ning's broken sword and half of his arm.
When Su Qin's sword stabbed out, Li Daoji on the viewing platform subconsciously took a step forward, and his hand fell on the hilt of the sword in front of his chest.
There was a strong chill in the hearts of almost all the students on the viewing platform.
"This bastard!"
Di Qingmei's complexion also changed drastically, she was so angry that a streak of green energy in her sleeve almost flew out of the air uncontrollably.
Originally, he had no good intentions towards Ding Ning, but Xue Wangxu's few words not only gave him a lot of insights in practice, but also made him truly reflect on his own way of standing.
His view of Ding Ning, Zhang Yi and all other Baiyang Cave disciples has fundamentally changed.
At this moment, Su Qin's sword is extremely fierce. The curly blade and every part of the blade has powerful lethality. Now his sword force covers half of Ding Ning's arm, and it is no longer just about to be strangled. Ding Ning's sword is so simple, if this sword is implemented, the meridians and bones of half of Ding Ning's arm will definitely be shattered.
Moreover, this sword was sent by Su Qin exhausting all his true energy. In terms of speed and strength, Ding Ning could not compare with it. Now the sword is like a cage, enclosing Ding Ning's sword and half of his arm... This sword , even he couldn't figure out how to break it.
"Su Qin is too vicious, what kind of trial is this!"
When Su Qin's sword was first displayed, Xie Changsheng was already screaming and cursing extremely angrily.
Xie Rou's body couldn't help but feel cold. She has always been a woman stronger than many men, but at this moment, her body felt a strong sense of helplessness.
The corner of Gu Xichun's mouth showed a contemptuous and mocking smile, and in his eyes, the horrible scene of Ding Ning's arms being bloodied and bone fragments flying, but in his opinion, Ding Ning asked for it himself.
Everyone could see Su Qin's intention, but no one had time to stop Su Qin's sword.
The rotating sword body encased Ding Ning's broken sword and half of his arm, and began to tighten and curl rapidly like a willow leaf that loses moisture rapidly.
This kind of curl even makes the blades have different rhythms, just like many swords attacking Ding Ning's arm with their blades and blades at different speeds.
There was not much room for maneuver in such a small space. In such a space, Ding Ning's arms could not swing, and it was impossible to perform any delicate sword moves.
Even the power at the peak of Qi Refining Realm is not enough to compete with the power of Su Qin's True Yuan Realm at this moment.
It seems that no one can change the ending of Ding Ning's broken arms.
However, in the cold air at this time, it seemed that something unusual was happening.
Su Qin looked at Ding Ning coldly, and a strong uneasiness suddenly surged in his heart.
Because Ding Ning's expression at the moment is still very calm, even a little calm.
His hand holding the hilt of the sword became tighter and tighter, and his knuckles became whiter and whiter due to the force.
…
Ding Ning was more calm than Su Qin imagined.
Because in the eyes of everyone, this unbreakable and dangerous sword is nothing to him.
Compared with those real exquisite sword moves in the world, Su Qin's sword at this moment is just a child's play.
Of course, with his real cultivation and realm at the moment, there is only one way to deal with Su Qin's sword.
However, as long as there is one way, it is enough.
At the moment when Su Qin's sword body tightened rapidly like a dehydrated willow leaf, the innocence in his body poured in very smoothly into many runes that were not usually seen in the last flower and residual sword in his hand, and at the same time poured into those extremely small, ordinary Straight into the crack extending like a sword hilt.
Many small white flowers on the body of the dark green broken sword in his hand flew out into the air ahead with a never-ending poignant aura, and then disappeared.
Then the dark green sword body really cracked and spread out.
The dark green sword body spread out like a big flower, forming countless sword threads, and as the true energy flowed, these sword threads rapidly extended and became longer in the air.
All breathing on the viewing platform completely stopped.
Everyone, including Di Qingmei, was shocked and bewildered, and some even lost their minds, wondering how could such a thing happen
Ding Ning's arm remained straight, motionless in the shrinking purple long sword, but these flying sword threads had already landed on Su Qin's palm, on Su Qin's wrist, and on Su Qin's arm.
Many points of Su Qin's purple long sword are only a short distance away from Ding Ning's arm, but Ding Ning's face is still calm and calm, and there is not even a trace of disorder in his breathing.
He just maintained the output of zhenqi, and let those sword threads stab into Su Qin's flesh and blood chaotically, twisted the tendons in Su Qin's flesh and blood, and even pierced into his bones.
Just at this moment, countless small blood flowers gushed out from Su Qin's sword-holding hand!
His haughty face instantly turned white and distorted.
He let out an extremely shrill scream, and flew backwards like a big injured bird.
The purple long sword was only a hair away from cutting Ding Ning's arm, but all the muscles were broken, and even the bones were riddled with holes. He couldn't use half of his strength at all.
There was a crash.
The curly purple long sword spiraled uncontrollably in the air, and collided with many sword wires in the air for a while, bursting many tiny sparks.
However, what stunned many people on the viewing platform was that the sharp blade of this purple perilla sword cut on those seemingly small sword threads, but none of them could be cut.
After being scattered and softened for a moment, those sword wires quickly recovered their hardness and straightness, and quickly gathered, turning into a dark green broken sword again.
Su Qin retreated sternly, and the sharp sweep caused the sword silk to bring out more broken flesh and bones when it was pulled away from his arm.
His left hand was twisted like a deboned chicken claw. In the midst of howling, he yelled out the question that many people wanted to ask: "What kind of sword is this?"
Ding Ning's eyes also fell on the dark green broken sword in his hand. He didn't answer Su Qin's question, but kept silent.
He didn't even think about Su Qin's hand at the moment, but was thinking about the sword and the many stories about its owner.
On the deadly viewing platform, Duanmu Lian looked at the dark green broken sword, and the image of the sword extending just now remained in his mind. He finally overlapped the half-broken sword with a famous sword from a long time ago. Together.
He said in disbelief: "Only look at the front, not behind, every sword is like the last foil of the last sword, this is the last foil of Yan Xinlan in Bashan!"
Some students on the viewing platform have never heard the name of this sword, and some students have heard of it, but because they have not experienced the era before Emperor Yuanwu ascended the throne, in the era when many amazing and brilliant Daqin practitioners disappeared, They are all still young, so at this moment, there is not much shock in their bodies because of the story of the sword itself.
However, it is completely different for Di Qingmei and many senior teachers of Qingteng Sword Academy.
This sword itself is also a legend, representing an attitude that would rather be bent than bent... In the eyes of many people, it is ignorant of current affairs.
It's just that they didn't expect that the unremarkable broken sword in Ding Ning's hand was the remnant of that sword, and it could possess such power.
"Could it be that at that time, Li Daoji had seen that Ding Ning had such an understanding of the Wildfire Sword Sutra?"
"It's just that Ding Ning just comprehended the Wildfire Sword Sutra... Could it be that Ding Ning had comprehended the true meaning of the Wildfire Sword Sutra at that time?"
Shocked emotions expanded infinitely in Di Qingmei's pupils.
He is also one of the few great practitioners in Changling, so he knows very well that the true meaning of the wild fire sword scriptures is not that the wild fire starts a prairie fire, but that the wild fire is inexhaustible, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates. There can be continuous potential for another village.
Although Cai Ding Ning's sword just now relied on the characteristics of the Mo Hua Sword itself, the sword intent of the Wildfire Sword Sutra is enough to move every great swordsman.
Only at this time did he really understand why Li Daoji, who hadn't left Baiyang Cave for a long time at that time, wanted to come out of the mountain, and he didn't hesitate to risk a fight to find this broken sword for Ding Ning.
"This sword can be extended like this..."
"You've always been so confident, so it's because you're still hiding something like this!"
Pain and fear finally began to occupy Su Qin's heart. Seeing that he was dripping with blood and was sure to lose his irreparable left hand, he laughed like a maniac, "You actually disabled my hand!"
"It was you who wanted to cripple my hand, so I crippled yours." Hearing his wild laughter, Ding Ning raised his head, and said softly, coldly and ironically, "This is your own choice."